to comfort the sun

On the day Zhang Jiali's body was found, the City Bureau notified Zhang Jiali's parents. The two cried at the gate of the City Bureau. They didn't let the City Bureau clean up for a while until their son came over.

Sun Fuzhou stood in front of the window, looking down at the back of the family that was drifting away, the phone was calling Liu Chenglin.

"Hello? What's the matter, I just finished a meeting."

"You didn't find out something in advance, did you? Why do you have to investigate this disappearance case?"

Sun Fuzhou picked the hole in the screen window with his fingernails—now it can't be called a disappearance case, but a homicide case.

Liu Chenglin didn't know the details of the case here, so he thought he had gained something: "Why, did you find someone?"

"I guess..." Sun Fuzhou changed his hand to hold the phone, took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea in the thermos, "...the body was found."

Liu Chenglin couldn't believe it: "Dead?"

He thought that by handing over the case to Sun Fuzhou, he could intercept it before "they" did it, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Sun Fuzhou sighed, "It's a terrible death."

Then he briefly described the case, especially emphasizing the accidental coincidence of the marks on Zhang Jiali's body and those on Wang Qinqin's body.

Liu Chenglin also heard about Wang Qinqin's car accident, mainly because it was an accident no matter how you look at it, and Sun Fuzhou didn't reveal that he was investigating in private.

Liu Chenglin said: "You don't think that the case of Wang Qinqin and Zhang Jiali may be related?"

Sun Fuzhou said seriously: "I really think so."

"Okay." Liu Chenglin coughed twice on the other end of the phone, his voice hoarse, "You decide for yourself, we found the place where Zhao Song's wife lived in Linshi, and we may have to wait a few days before we can go back .”

Sun Fuzhou said: "Whatever."

The two casually chatted about Zhang Jiali's case, and when they were about to hang up the phone, Liu Chenglin suddenly asked, "I heard that Shen Yuan moved in across from your house?"

"what?"

"Qiu Yungang sent me a message, saying that he thinks you two have an affair, and told me not to lead Zhao Fayi."

Sun Fuzhou wished he could rush out and seal Qiu Yun's mouth, because he had nothing else to talk about?How to talk about love and love.

"There is such a thing..." Sun Fuzhou answered the previous question first, "But it doesn't mean there is an affair?"

Liu Chenglin was called to attend the next meeting again: "If you say there is no, then there will be no, there is a meeting, let's stop talking."

As for Sun Fuzhou's clarification...he didn't listen to it at all.

A technical detective came in to remind him that the monitoring of the youth hotel was taken care of.

Sun Fuzhou rubbed his Jingming acupoint: "Come right away."

When he arrived at the video analysis room, Li Ru and Qiu Yun were importing the processed surveillance video.

As soon as Li Ru turned his head, he saw Sun Fuzhou's head on top of his head, his eyes were dull, and his attention was all on the screen.

"Master, why do you look so bad?"

"Is it bad?"

Sun Fuzhou stroked the stubble on his chin, it was already dark outside, and he might have to work overtime again today.

Li Ru teased, "It's like a zombie walking out of the street."

Sun Fuzhou slapped him on the head and forcibly straightened his head: "Okay, watch the surveillance, I hope I can go back to sleep today."

Li Ru said while operating: "I have already watched the video. During the period when Zhang Jiali was killed, the hotel had a power outage for 10 minutes. I didn’t get up, and the shopkeeper was still sleeping at the front desk, anyway, the hotel was fine before the power outage.”

Sun Fuzhou stared at the dark picture: "Maybe the murderer entered her room at this time, wiped her neck and ran away?"

Li Ru said very seriously, "That's what it means."

Qiu Yun, who was on the side, also said: "We also monitored the shop opposite the Youth Hostel, and no one entered or left the hotel during that time."

Sun Fuzhou asked: "Is there a list of hotel guests?"

"Yes!" Qiu Yun ran out, and came in with a stack of documents after a while, "From the time Zhang Jiali checked in until she was killed, we collected the identity information of all the guests who lived in the hotel, and arrested them. Two skaters."

Sun Fuzhou took the documents, and Qiu Yun counted ten residents, one four-person room, six single rooms, including three women and seven men, except for a few old, weak, sick, pregnant and two skaters. With such preoccupation, there are only three strong men and three women left who may be suspected.

The person next door to her is a couple who went to work in the city, and they moved in one day earlier than Zhang Jiali; the one who lived opposite was a male worker who moved bricks at the construction site, who moved in on the same day than Zhang Jiali; A woman who was 30 years old moved in half a day earlier than Zhang Jiali; there was also a man in his 40s whose room was next to the couple.

10 minutes is not long. If the murderer is among the residents, kills someone and then returns to the room quickly, these people have enough time.

But the only thing is that none of them had any contact with Zhang Jiali.

Sun Fuzhou suddenly said: "As far as I remember, there are no signs of damage to the doors and windows."

Qiu Yun added: "The couple living next door said that they were just about to go to sleep when the power went out, and they heard knocks on the door, but they didn't pay attention to whether the door was opened."

Because of the poor sound insulation in the room, any sound in the room can easily be heard. If Zhang Jiali was killed, there must be a sound when she struggled.

But the residents heard no other sounds.

The monitoring on the screen has been played for the third time. From Zhang Jiali’s check-in to her entering the room, and then not going out for a whole day, and then the power outage at night, until the boss lady who first found the body, the information given in the monitoring is not obvious. .

Sun Fuzhou pressed the fast-forward button several times until the screen returned to the beginning, and Li Ru suddenly called out to stop.

He straightened his arms and pointed to the corner of the screen: "Before Zhang Jiali entered the room, did this man follow her?"

Because the door of Zhang Jiali's room was not fully captured in several surveillance pictures, her room is at the edge of each picture, and the "man following her" just came in from the outside after Zhang Jiali got the key, and of course walked in. After Zhang Jiali, it looks like she is following.

Li Ru zoomed in on several images and played them at a slow speed.

After Zhang Jiali closed the door, the man stopped at the door for a second, and his head seemed to be staring at the door.

Qiu Yundao: "This is the vagrant who lives next door to his lover. He is 45 years old. His wife and child have died, and his business has failed. When making notes, he kept telling us that he wanted to die too, and his mental health was not healthy."

Sun Fuzhou said without thinking: "It's not like."

Qiu Yun tilted his head: "It doesn't look like anything?"

"It's not like a murderer." Sun Fuzhou yawned, "Let's go here first today, go back and rest first, and wait for the results of the trace inspection to come back and re-investigate the scene tomorrow."

The temporary captain has spoken, and everyone should call it a day.

The sky outside had already turned dark.

Sun Fuzhou dragged Qiu Yun out of the city bureau, intending to remind her of his relationship with Shen Yuan, but at this moment, Li Ru, who had slipped away long ago, appeared out of nowhere.

"Little Yunyun!" He lay between the two of them, "It's too late now, girls are not safe, I'll send you back!"

Qiu Yun didn't understand, so he said, "I'm a policeman, so I should be quite safe."

Sun Fuzhou stepped in: "Qiu Yun, let me see you off."

"Ok?"

"Uh-huh?"

Both looked back at him.

Li Ru blinked like a stone in his eye—brother, what do you mean.

Sun Fuzhou turned a blind eye to it, and dismantled it on his own: "I remember that the direction you go home seems to be different."

Li Ru was annoyed, and dragged him aside involuntarily: "No, what do you mean, don't you like men, why are you robbing me of girls?"

Sun Fuzhou said in embarrassment: "She misunderstood me a bit, I have to explain."

"What misunderstanding? What are you doing?"

Sun Fuzhou said, "Don't worry about it."

It is impossible for Li Ru to give up the job of sending the girl home, so he can only make a big move: "Well, as long as you help me, I will write your report for you, and I will explain it for you if you misunderstand."

"make a deal."

Explaining by yourself always has the taste of trying to cover up, and letting Li Ru, who is a friend, guide you from the side is definitely more effective than yourself.

Sun Fuzhou taught him a few simple words, and Li Ru directly agreed with confidence.

Solving a small problem, Sun Fuzhou was quite happy in his heart, humming and listening to a little song on the way home, until Shen Yuan's phone call came in.

When Sun Fuzhou heard the phone call, he thought it was Li Ru reporting work, so he connected without looking at it: "What's wrong?"

"When will you come back?"

It wasn't Li Ru's bluffing, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the contact person's name—Shen Angel.

Sun Fuzhou almost drifted in place on the road: "Why are you?"

"Can't I call you?"

"No..." Sun Fuzhou licked his lips, inexplicably guilty, "Why do you have the time to worry about me?"

"I still have time to wait for you, come back quickly, I have a courier downstairs."

Yes, the coolies are called.

After a few perfunctory sentences, the phone hung up, and Sun Fuzhou turned from the two-way lane to the one-way lane, and the yard of his own community immediately appeared in sight.

Besides the yard, there was also Shen Yuan, standing alone under the street lamp.

Sun Fuzhou pulled the window of the car and shouted at the top of his voice before he could reach anyone: "You're crazy, it's not warm yet, are you waiting downstairs to die?"

"Wait for you." Shen Yuan stared at his car without blinking, "Why was your car scratched?"

It looks artificial.

Sun Fuzhou asked casually: "Didn't you ask someone to do it?"

Shen Yuan's eyes were serious: "...someone told you that?"

"No, do we still need to provoke the relationship between the two of us? It's like fire and water." Sun Fuzhou looked at him suspiciously, and then saw the empty person next to him, "Didn't you let me be a coolie? Are you delivering the express? "

Shen Yuan raised his hand, in his hand was a square box about the size of his face, it was too easy to hold it with one hand.

Sun Fuzhou laughed angrily: "Are you kidding me?"

Shen Yuan also followed him with a smile: "No, when you're real——there was some wine in the previous meeting that couldn't be returned to the wine supplier, so it was sent here. It's quite expensive, drink it with me."

Sun Fuzhou looked up at the moon: "Now?"

Shen Yuan didn't speak, and walked upstairs with a cane. The loose white sweater swayed with his steps, smeared into a thin crescent moon in the night.

It's terrible...